Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.